Sunday, March 9, 2025

Snapshots: The Spring Setback

We always have to have at least one snowstorm after it starts to feel like spring. That was yesterday.

 


Don't worry; the bulbs will be okay.

We only got a few inches, and we can always use the moisture, so that's fine.

I had just the week before received the new snow boots I ordered to replace my very old ones with a broken zipper.


I didn't know if I would even need to wear them until next winter, but I did.

One of the little girls who rides our bus turned seven last week, and I was given the care of her cupcakes on the bus ride to school. Her mom was very clever and made a number seven out of them.


Cute, but Poppy said there was way too much frosting on them.

I myself care much more about the taste of food than the appearance, which is why my "charcuterie tray" looks like this:


Tasty, but not aesthetic. Pretty much my motto.

And speaking of functional! I discovered something very handy when I made the pecan pie for Fat Tuesday. I prefer to chop the pecans for the pie, which makes for a more homogenous filling that is also easier to cut. Chopping nuts with a knife on a cutting board is annoying, though, because they're always falling off the cutting board. And then I have to wash a cutting board and knife.

However, the pecans can be put in a bowl--I used the bowl I had made the pie crust in--and chopped with the pastry cutter. That I had also used to make the pie crust.


Fewer dishes, and nicely contained.

My very tall eldest son had told me he could no longer easily move his arms in the altar server clothing at church. The biggest cassock (the under-robe part of the outfit) there was also about five inches too short for his six-foot height. So I bought him a new cassock. And it was very large and long.


This was the only place high enough to hang the thing.

It was a bit unnerving having this giant black garment swinging in our kitchen for a couple of days until we brought it to church. It fits well, though, and he's happy to be able to move his arms freely again when he's serving.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.